3 Chapter 2 II: To Honour The Dead

. . . 3 years Old . . .

Daivi's grandmother who was already old died of natural causes. During her burial, there were quite the number of people. Before the grave and in front of many people, Daivi vowed to changed his name to Kazi for her sake and out of love for her. 

"For out of love for my granny, today, I shall be known no more as Daivi, but as Kazi. This is to honour her!" He cried aloud so that everyone present could hear. Though this was a little bit advance for a child his age, it was also going to help his plans for the future. He had simply killed two birds with a single stone.

Changing his name to honour his grandmother was partially true, but for the most part, he just wanted to rid himself of the name Daivi. He felt that it made him sound weak. Of course his mother wouldn't agree, but to hell with her opinions he decided.

After he turned three, he started practicing with this world's energy called ora. He learnt about it from the book he read and also learnt that it was something one was born with and could pretty much not be gotten any other way. He was very joyous of the fact that he was born with it. After all, his mother was  just a civilian, so there was a certain possibility he wouldn't.

The reason he had partially vowed to change his name on his grandmother's behalf was because she was the one who taught him how to go about ora. When she found out that he had an aptitude for it, despite his age, she did everything in her power to make sure that she instilled in him certain rules. He was not to let anyone know he had such a talent, and was not to appear too outstanding before others.

From here he learnt that their clan was weak and him being talented could endanger his life. Of course, she had no idea that he was the one to first attempt to practice, awakening his ora, she had thought he was just talented. In this world, children would normally awaken their ora around the age of six, so since Kazi had awakened his at three, it was nothing short of genius.

Of course, Kazi never intended to showcase his ora to anyone, after all, he wasn't stupid, but the fact that his grandmother could see through him meant that others could as well. For this, his grandmother taught him a technique that would conceal his aura and also handed him a sheet of clothe with weird writings and patterns on it. She placed the cloth on his stomach and did some kind of incantation before the writings and marks burned unto his skin. It stung a little, but rather than that, he could say that he had gotten a tattoo. He was not to show anyone the markings either. His grandmother also taught him another technique which she said was to for cultivating his ora. 

'I had just used the knowledge from earth and the fantasy stories there to draw in the energy from the air and awakened my ora then. Thank god I got this technique, I would have gone down the wrong path.'

All these things happened in the absence of his mother knowing any of it. He could only practice at night when she was asleep. The good thing was that the cultivation technique also helped to calm and clear his mind; and calm his body. 

In this world, this energy called ora really did wonders. He could cultivate his ora all night, and due to circulating that very ora through his body, he would only feel 30% tired in the morning. Though, as he was still a child, he could just sleep during the day.

. . . 3 years and 6 months old . . .

Kazi started doing light exercises like jogging, push-ups, and other forms of exercise that didn't need equipment. He did these in their compound as it was a bit spacious. As he was still young, he couldn't do much. At this point he felt that his body was limiting him.

Sometimes, because you can do something doesn't mean you should do it, and Kazi felt it was the same with these exercises, but his grandmother didn't say anything against it, so it should be fine, he assured himself.

After all, he couldn't be compared with a normal child. The ora that coursed through his body really did wonders and broke what would be the norm.

. . . 4 years old . . .

He had accumulated some level of ora in his body, but couldn't tell if it could be considered much or not, since he had no reference. During this time, he also started learning a fighting technique from a book his grandmother had left behind for him just before she passed away. It was a set of movements and forms that were all together 18 moves. This was just a self defence practice that mostly set to better the health and improve the energy circulation, probably around .05% or something, since Kazi couldn't feel the change when he practiced it. It resembled doing tai-chi, but faster.

In this technique, there was something written in certain moves, that had a particular recurring phrase that increased Kazi's curiosity.

[Hold this position while deeply breathing in. Hold, then exhale and return to previous position. Connects the energy flow through the back]

"Now, I should start practicing control."

The way his grandmother taught him to do it was to place his palms on water surface and gently let out his ora. The more subtle and uniformly it affected the water surface and create gentle ripples, the better the control.

Since Kazi started practicing his control, all he was sure of was that he wasn't there yet. The first time resembled hitting his hands on water to make it splash, and he still hadn't progressed too far from that.

"I still have a long way to go."